Luyện nghe bài hát The Love Of My Life

Meg
At sixteen I was blue ans sad.
then father I should find a lad.
So I set out to a wife,
An' the real love of my life.
His name it was Chris, and the was MacGill.
I met him one pickin' flowers on the hill.
He had lots of charm an' a certain o' touch,
An a certain kind of eagerness that pleased me much.
so there the moon where romance often springs,
I gave him my a few other things.
I don't know how long that I up on the hill,
But the had disappeared, and so had Christopher MacGill.
So I went home an' I I'd die,
Father said, make another try.
So out I to become a wife,
An' the real love of my lfe.
He came from the lowlands, the lowlands he.
I saw him an' knew he was for me.
Jus' one that puzzled me an' it always will,
Was he told me he had heard about me from his MacGill.
We quick fell in an' went down by the creek.
The day he said he'd be back in a week,
An' I thought he would, for now how was I to
That of all the lowland laddies, there was one as low!
I told my the awful truth.
He said, "What difference? Ye've got youth."
So out I mad to be a wife,
An' found the love of my life.
Oh, he was a poet, a was he.
He read me some he had written for me.
He said they would move me, these poems his pen,
An' how right he was, because moved me right into the glen.
We stayed till the came an' lighted the sky,
Then I his hand an' I bid him good-bye.
I never went back, for I had heard was true:
That a poet only writes the things he cannot do.
My pa said, "Look out for men who think.
be more certain with men who drink."
So out I to become a wife,
An' found the love of my life.
Oh, he was a solier, a Highland son.
He told me about all the battle won.
He wasted his time tellin' me his might,
For one at him decided me to not put up a fight.
We skirmished for hours that in the glen,
an' I the sword has more might than the pen,
But when I was I snored to my dismay,
An' he thought it was a bugle an' got up an' away.
Now Pa said, "Daughter, there be one,
who's true, or too old to run."
So I'm still to be a wife,
An' the real love of my life.